GertietheGremlin

When best friends of old

become polite passersby

still give them a smile and let your heart be full

for theirs are broken too

and need to be reminded to mend.

Where the sun meets the land and the trees become shadow

A city of twilight is built from shining rays.

A beautiful motherland that stands tall in the sea

She looks like her mother

but takes after her father

in speed of temper and wit

she has eyes like her father

but takes after her mother

in grace and denial of pain.

With the curtains thrown wide 

we see the world gray 

and we know it's the fault of our own 

Spent far too long 

bearing crown, sword, and shield 

I write in pen

to get comfortable with my mistakes

to catch all my thoughts

scatterbrained

and fleeting

pens scratch the itch to write

better than any graphite

the use of ink before pencils 

I never thought I'd be 16

nor thought the grass would still be green.

At 5 I met my oldest friends

who I still talk to now and then.

At 6 and 7, all through 10

Nostalgic blurs remain of them.